Way too many dreams

Get lost in silent screams

How can you count the cost of a city

Bursting at the seams

With red lights, quiet sinners

Killer cops, t.v. Dinners

A wind of change for all the deadheads

That need blowing away



I blew you far away to have a dream

And you came back to say it's out there

Don't let it get away

But still you're here with hours to kill

You're murdered so many, you're serially ill

You'll wait for another

And you'll kill again



Show me your skin

I need to get in



Why did you do it

Was it just for fun

To put me out the picture

Or out of misery

Was it a shock

Was it a plea

Was it a question, tell me

Did you get any answers?



Show me your skin

I need to get in



Have you seen what it's like

To be really free

Or is everything a mess

Like it is inside

Is it a test

A russian roulette

A gamble with life

Or just a bet?



Is it London town

Is it n.y.c

Is it anarchy

Tell me did you get any answers?



Show me your skin

I need to get in